Our hearts are hot plastic
They morph they're elastic
Our lips are sporadic
Like actions of addicts
And you are my habit
I can't stop from having

How can you hurt the one person you protect?

The one person you trust with all your heart not to break it.

How can you tell her she deserves the world, and then take it?

How can you proclaim your love with poems and songs and hugs, and passion, just to contradict it all?

How can you face your own reflection, while your identity is stuck with her?

How could I be the one who sunk you?

Who loved you, but dug you, deep into the Earth I said I’d give you.

How?

The answers lay with you, in your modest crown. I will find them there, and You will be my queen again.

Your Friendships fade and bridges burn with your fate; exposed is your grave.

Pictures holding wisdom cascade and scissors undercut your fame; exposed is your name.

Dread fills your brain and your as dead as you came; exposed are the stains.

Claims are feigned as your hope drains; exposed are the lies, and the dirt, and the drugs, and the darkness that's stayed dormant all your life.

Exposed is your mind, and everything that's made you Blind.

Empty
If you respect me, don’t caress me. Dissect me, and if you love it represent me.
I feel empty.
These lines I’m injecting of rhymes I’m perfecting define my repenting.
I feel empty.
I’m trapped in my mind, but no longer trapped when I rhyme. I can see all the flaws and the rawness in these times;
I feel empty.
You saturate my soul with passion and care, and defend me even In ignominious affairs.
You fill me up.
With joy and strength, and aspirations and ambition. You fill me with fervor and taste, and take away my inhibition.
You make me Ray.

Undetermined destinies, and motivated double legacies, line the keg-obsessed university.
You’re sure to see some truancy where independence failed the student miserably, but lessons learned outside of class bring just as much intelligence.

New smiles and new eyes, lighting up the dorm room night. Restless minds cry and whine as bedtimes arise. But wait some time and the sun will rise like ocean tides as earths demise comes quicker with our fetal minds

still optimism rests in our bullet proof chests
our hearts detest that inspirations worth much more than all the checks, and accepting to digress means you’re accepting to be less. So ignore regret and reward ascent, and the world will live with good intent.

These routines are seeming endless. the fences round my mind are slowly growing ever-more defenseless. Where these thoughts are boldly mentioned I feel lost of all intention. An abundant sea of words and verbs to satisfy my senses. Where feelings return from the grave and reach for peaceful vengeance.


Through these written cryptic lines, i hope you seek to glean a meaning that revives a thought you thought benign, or an emotion you had lost and forgotten you could find. Compassion does elude us, and inaction makes delusions till we’re rejecting whats been proven, in a life rejecting movement.